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As soon as I turned eighteen, my parents decided that I was old enough to begin making my own decisions. One decision that I made was to stop gonna summer camp and stay at home with nothing to do. Then, they told me they had hired a babysitter, which I wondered was ridiculous. I was old enough to take care of myself, but they wouldn’t listen.

When I met my babysitter, though, I changed my mind. She was the most gorgeous girl I had ever laid eyes on. Her name was Emily, and she was nineteen years old. Her long brown hair flowed down her back in loose curls and her bright blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. I couldn’t help but stare at her, even when we were just talking.

The first time my parents left us alone, I was nervous. Emily and I sat on the couch, trying to discover something to watch on TV. She kept turning her head to look at me, and I could feel my cheeks turning pink.

“Are you okay?” she asked finally.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, trying to sound calm.

“Good,” she said, smiling. “Because I was thinking that maybe we could make our own fun.”

I must have looked confused because she leaned in close to me and whispered, “I mean, we’re alone, and we’re both young. Why not have a little fun?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Emily was beautiful, and she was offering to fool around with me. I nodded hesitantly, and Emily reached over to pull me into a kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, and I could feel my body responding to her touch.

Pretty soon, we were making out on the couch, and Emily was undoing my pants. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I was enjoying myself. Emily seemed to know exactly what she was doing, though, and I was having the time of my life.

When we finished, Emily smiled at me. “That was fun,” she said, standing up. “We should do it again.”

I nodded, still feeling a little stunned. I couldn’t believe that I had just hooked up with my babysitter.

Over the next few weeks, Emily and I became closer. We spent entire afternoons fooling around, and I started to fall for her. She was clever, funny, and gorgeous, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

One night, when my parents were away again, Emily and I were in my room, cuddled up together. We were just talking, and I felt like I wanted to tell her how I really felt.

“Emily, I know that we’re just messing around, but I really like you,” I said quietly.

Emily looked at me, her eyes soft. “I really like you, too,” she said. “But you know that we can’t be together.”

I felt a pang of disappointment. “Why not?”

“Because I’m your babysitter,” Emily said. “It’s not right for me to mess around with you.”

I knew that she was right, but I didn’t want to stop seeing her. “Can’t we just keep it between us?” I asked.

Emily hesitated before nodding. “Okay. But we have to be careful. We don’t want your parents finding out.”

I agreed, and we continued to see each other in secret. It was exciting and dangerous, and it made our hookups even more intense.

One weekend, my parents went away for a few days, leaving me and Emily alone in the house. We spent the whole weekend together, barely leaving my room. It was hotter than ever, and I felt like I was falling in love with her.

On the third night, though, something changed. We were lying in bed together, cuddled up, when Emily suddenly pulled away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, worried.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said. “I can’t keep pretending that this is okay. We need to stop.”

I felt like my heart had been shattered. “Why?”

“Because it’s not right,” Emily said firmly. “I’m your babysitter. We can’t keep doing this.”

“But I love you,” I said, feeling like I was on the verge of tears.

Emily looked at me, her eyes full of pain. “I know,” she said softly. “And I’m sorry.”

That was the last time we saw each other. My parents hired a new babysitter, and Emily moved away to go to school. I tried to move on, but I couldn’t forget her.

Years went by, and I grew up. I dated other women, but I all the time felt like something was missing. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I decided to discover Emily.

After a lot of online searching and phone calls, I finally tracked her down. She was living in New York City, working as a photographer.

When I saw her again, I felt like I was nineteen all over again. She was just as gorgeous as I remembered, and I knew that I still loved her.

We spent the night together, talking and catching up. Emily explained that she had never forgotten about me, either. We decided to give our relationship a real shot.

Today, Emily and I are married. We have two gorgeous children, and I couldn’t be happier. Sometimes, I still can not believe that we made it work, that we were able to get past our past and discover true love. But I know that it’s all worth it.
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